Filth, lust, meanness, depravity
Wrath, rage, anger, insanity
Panic, confusion, tension, anxiety
Blemish, decay, contempt, reality

The city of sin is full of lust
Like an old book is full of dust
The place is so limited on space
No matter u go u see the same face
The shelter for damned and condemned
To pass it by is the thing I'd recommend
A giant box containing roads and blocks
Millions of bodies with dreams and hopes

Money in dem mind, dem are blind
Living dem life, faces with no smile
Hunting for food in the concrete wood
Yout' in hoods are not ready for adulthood
Work's like a rope, tight on dem neck
Dem suffocate, not able to escape
Dem feel like a dog chained to the rock
The master decides where dem walk

Home sweet home, but dem alone
Surrounded with thoughts, cries of dem soul
Fears are the main foe, don't bend your knees
Otherwise you'll be locked, left with no keys
There are mad wars outside or indoors
Evil fate decides where it leaves corps
Believe in dem ghosts or in dem gods
City of sins dem are all lost in

The cradle of greed, all try to compete
The only one target is to defeat
Look at the street people are incomplete
Some just waste p, some got nothing to eat
Life is fragile, jungle is wild
Every minute dem are born, some ah dem are dying
None ah dem are safe, none ah dem are sound
Get ready to be swallowed by the merciless crowd